《Bells and Taxes》Deviations: The Overseer's Mailbox
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O-61
DEPT OF INTERIOR
TO
DIRECTOR, INTELLIGENCE [redacted]
The OLD FAMILY SYSTEM
INTERNAL SECURITIES - OFS
DISRUPTION PROGRAM
The Old Families have, over the past several years, built a shadow coalition and have been discreetly espousing their revisionism on a local and national basis by running puppet candidates for public office and strongly directing and/or supporting such causes as Workers’ Choice and those related to our integration problems arising in the Roark merchant township.
Offices receiving copies of this letter are participating in the Directory’s Cultural Recalibration Counterintelligence Department. It is felt that a Disruption Program along similar lines could be initiated against the OFS on a very selective basis. One of the purposes of this program would be to alert the public to the fact that the OFS omits the majority of their abusive history and selectively magnifies their few positives against the Directory’s First Era adjustment curve.
It is pointed out, however, that this program is not intended to be a “crash” program. Only carefully thought out operations with the broadest possible effect and benefit to the nation should be submitted. Expanding the program after the effects have been evaluated may be desirable.
Each office is, therefore, requested to carefully evaluate such a program and submit their views to the Grand Directory Table regarding initiating an OFS disruption program on a limited basis.
Reminder on SECURITY: It is patently impossible to discuss social engineering or social calibration on a national scale without facing accusations of totalitarianism. In the first year of our Second Era, we are still too vulnerable to malicious misrepresentation of our Direction. As always, this writing and all that follows must be secured from public scrutiny. The solution to today’s problems requires a ruthlessly candid approach, with no agonizing over religious, moral, or cultural values.
Those receiving this letter have qualified for this project because of your ability to approach societal elements with objectivity, as well as your demonstrated abilities to analyze and discuss your observations and conclusions with others of similar intellectual capacity without a loss of discretion or humility.
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Such virtues are exercised in your own best interest.
Do not deviate from them.
After my last visit with the Directory recorders, the House Dion incident was shelved. The Directory sent their secretaries for files and closed the whole thing. Apparently, I'm the only one they bothered to tell because Watch Benny sent me over a surveillance report he had kept on Paul Dion specifically. I very much intend to keep it, if for nothing other than spite. And of course, I intend to share it here.
Enjoy:
Over several week’s surveillance, some meaningful observations have been made concerning the movements of the subject, Paul Dion of House Dion. At least once per week, and more often, twice, subject Dion travels to various places of public recreation alone. These are parks, beaches, and other common spaces. The ones attended by subject Dion are those most popular among unattended youths, most of which are the denser parks and pavilions of Fauxpool.
Subject Dion operates his own vehicle to drive to these excursions. Upon parking the auto at a chosen location, subject Dion always partakes in a personal ritual that averages twenty minutes in duration. During this time he applies a series of serums, creams, and perfumes with great care. Once he has finished he exits the car and makes his way on foot. He shows a pre-existing familiarity with these places and chooses a pace that would be considered deliberate and ‘brisk’.
The most recent of these observations occurred at the Fauxpool Water Gardens. Here he walked the main waterway nodding and exchanging greetings with the park goers. He posed for photographs with a group of mid-agers who recognized him. After this exchange subject Dion turned down a smaller path leading to the Shade Pavilion. He maintained his usual pace until the turn just before the Pavilion. At this point, he slowed his pace greatly and seemed to be searching for someone or thing.
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As is common for this segment of the park, there was a large group of unattended youths milling about the Shade Pavilion. Subject Dion approached these youths. The conversation was heard as thus:
Subject Dion: Sorry to bother you all, I’m looking for my son. I dropped him off here a few hours ago. His name is Charlie, Charlie Dion, have any of you seen him?
After this introduction, none of the youths seemed to speak for some while. After about a minute one boy who seemed older among them responded.
Subject A: No offense, sir, but we ain’t the kind of people who know that kind of people, you know?
Subject Dion: I understand, I think, thank you anyway.
After this exchange, one of the female youths spoke.
Subject B: Wait, are you talking about, like, House Dion?
Subject Dion: Ah, guilty, I suppose.
Subject A: You could wait with us if you want, see if you’re son turns back up.
Subject Dion: That’s not a bad idea.
At this point subject Dion found a set on one of the table tops. The youths gathered around him excitedly. One offered him an unlabeled bottle which this observer assumed to be liquor based on color and bottle type. Subject Dion took this bottle with thanks. At this point, and it’s necessary to note that this is how almost all of these excursions play out, the group orbits subject Dion as he relocates further into the Pavilion where we are unable to sustain reliable surveillance.
After long observation, the currently dominant theory is that House Dion is radicalizing these youths to recruit them in some way. A review of labor records does not show any registered positions within House Dion. Attached to this has come a minor theory that Paul Dion has become aware to some degree of our surveillance schedule. Because of these theories, it is the recommendation of the Lowland Observance Bureau to pull back on surveillance tours of subject Paul and focus on developing a tour of the younger Charles Dion.
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